Yan Kuan looked at the young man who was not old but was wearing a Confucian shirt. There were seven or eight scholars who were lacking in spirit and were as weak as quails. He thought he was a scholar who was walking in brothels and drank wine. He was not rude at first, but his documents were stolen by him. He was afraid that something would go wrong. He heard that Zhu Houzhao was still there and recited it as if no one was there. He didn't care about being polite and reached out to grab it.

Zhu Houzhao was thinking about the document and saw him reaching out to grab it, so he hurriedly hid to the side. Yan Kuan's palm slapped his arm. Zhu Houzhao's arm sank and slammed the document, pulling the document in half with a squeak.

Zhu Houzhao was very happy and smiled in the duck's voice, "Everyone saw that it was him who broke the documents himself, but it was nothing to do with me."

Yan Kuan was anxious and went up and beat an old fist, cursing: "Little beast, go shit."

He thrust his punch at Zhu Houzhao's nose. The stars in front of Zhu Houzhao suddenly appeared in front of him, and his nose was bleeding profusely. Zhu Houzhao was still martial since he was a child. He had practiced some skillful martial arts with the master of the inner guard hired from Wudang in the palace. However, he had no practical experience, and had never been beaten by anyone. At this time, his nose was sore and painful. When he reached out and touched his hand, he was panicked and could not remember to fight back.

Yan Kuan snatched two documents from him and righted them. Fortunately, the words were all right.

The prince was beaten, and the eight "quails" were like digging out their ancestral tomb. They were all anxious and their faces flushed.

Although eunuchs were generally weaker than ordinary people, Zhang Yong had learned military books and practiced fists and feet before entering the palace. His punch was powerful. As soon as Yan Kuan put the clerk back into his arms, Zhang Yong arrived with one punch, which made him stagger and retreat a few steps and sat on the ground.

Yan Kuan became angry and shouted to his four strong men: "Battle me~!" The four strong men rushed up and wrestled with eight eunuchs. Although the four strong men saw that the other party was a scholar and did not dare to take ruthless actions, these eight soft-legged shrimps were not opponents? Eight against four, except for Zhang Yong, who had attacks and defenses, they were quite like that. Liu Jin and others were beaten one-sidedly.

When Yang Ling saw such a "terrible" group fight, he thought in his mind that even if he added himself, he had just added a target. So he made a quick decision and rushed up to support the prince, and greeted him cordially: "Young Master, how are you doing? Is it important?"

Zhu Houzhao covered her nose, and blood flowed out of her fingers, unable to speak ummy. Suddenly, a delicate little hand stretched out by her side, holding a pleasant handkerchief and said, "Young Master, please wipe it."

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but be stunned. He subconsciously took the handkerchief and touched her little hand with his fingers. He felt soft and smooth, and a feeling that he had never felt before in his heart. Within his eyes, the talking eyes had an indescribable tenderness, and the faint smile was filled with concern and sympathy.

Zhu Houzhao covered Tang Yixian's fragrant handkerchief on his nose, and there was a faint fragrance everywhere he sniffed. He was not confused for a moment, and he didn't even hear Yang Ling's question.

Su Huai, Yilijin and several guitars who came here heard the sound, saw more than a dozen people in the yard fighting into a group, and they didn't know whether to persuade or help, but they stood aside at a loss. Just when they didn't know what to do, they heard a crisp voice shouting: "Don't fight!"

The girl's voice was extremely pleasant. The twelve people in the yard couldn't help but stop and looked at the voice. She saw a girl in plain clothes as snow standing in the building, with long hair and slender body as the moon.

The girl said lightly: "Uncle Yan, why bother to hurt innocent people? Please come back. In three days, Su San will leave with you."

The girl in the green shirt named Xuelimei next to her said anxiously: "Just Yu, do you really want to follow such a person? So what if I see an official, I recognize the Ministry of Rites."

The girl in plain clothes interrupted her and said with a silly voice: "Silly sister, what do you think of? Those men recite poems and paintings with us, talk about Feng and Yue are just a temporary pastime. They have used money and don't owe us anything. If they really make trouble for the government, they are afraid that they will not dare to recognize us."

She sighed sadly and said, "Don't say anything more, people like us have no roots and no homes, just like catkins in the wind, duckweed in the water, wherever the wind blows, wherever the waves are, wherever it is convenient to roll."

Yan Kuan laughed loudly and glanced at him. Seeing the scholars being beaten by his own hands, they were bruised and swollen. They were looking at him hatefully, but they didn't want to cause more trouble. So he said proudly: "Okay, why would I be angry if I say this refreshing words? Haha, let's go, we weigh gold, and I will take people in three days. If you dare to push and stop, hum!"

He waved his hand and led four burly men away. Yang Ling looked into the building and saw that it was like a classical lady. He was dressed in plain clothes like snow and dressed up elegantly. Although the girl could not be seen clearly in the shadows and darkness in the building, her figure was charming, but she was like a bright moon without diminishing its brightness. She stood with the plum blossoms standing next to her, which were as beautiful as a cold plum blossom, and was suitable for both movement and stillness, and the thickness was more vivid.

This beauty has indeed lived up to her reputation. Her behavior and temperament are already elegant. Although Bahu is a man, she has already cultivated to the highest level of "nothing is originally, where is the dust falling into dust". Whether you are beautiful or ugly, it has nothing to do with them. She has long been shy with her old faces, purple, and purple, to show her merits.

Zhu Houzhao ignored the 'ugly monster'. He hurriedly wiped away the blood from his mouth, wiped the nose and stopped blood from flowing out. He put down his hand with relief and said to Tang Yixian: "Thank you, Miss, I'm fine."

Tang Yixian smiled sweetly and said, "That's good. Those are all rough people, relying on two bad money to bully men and women. You are a weak scholar, just read your sage books carefully. You are not the opponents of those rogues. Don't force yourself in the future."

Zhu Houzhao usually has young palace maids in the palace to serve daily life and food, but even though those women are not mediocre in appearance, they always lower their eyebrows and eyes in front of him, and they dare not take a breath. They are not as peaceful and gentle as this girl, and they dare to teach him a lesson, but they sound sweet and lovely.

A hazy feeling grew secretly in his heart. This sweet little girl with a sweet look and a pleasant voice had quietly imprinted her shadow in Zhu Houzhao's heart. Even though she was the prince, she was also a man. Men who had just had a love story must have experienced it. He cared so much about his every frown, smile, words and deeds.

When Zhu Houzhao heard that she regarded herself as a useless scholar, she couldn't help but feel anxious. He blushed and said with a handsome face: "Who said I can't beat him? Isn't it easy to teach a few little thieves a lesson? It's just that I'm just the first time I've been fighting with someone, and I'm stunned for a while."

Tang Yixian heard him boast that three or five people could not get close to him, but then he said that he had never fought with anyone. He didn't know that he was telling the truth. He also said that the young scholar was very proud of his face. He couldn't help but chuckled, "Okay, okay, my master has good skills, but I can't believe it? Is your nose okay? If you have nothing to do, go home early. It's better to come less in such places."

When Zhu Houzhao heard that she didn't take her words seriously, her face turned red with anger. Standing in front of the girl who made him feel excited for the first time, she was regarded as a child by others. How could he bear it? Zhu Houzhao stomped her feet hatefully and said anxiously: "Don't you believe it? I want to punish that scoundrel, and that shitty document. Seeing him taking it as a treasure, hum, I want to get it, it's just a matter of one sentence."

Tang Yixian's eyes lit up, but then sighed disappointed. This young man must be the son of a wealthy family. He didn't know the world was so strong that he dared to speak wildly. Five thousand taels of silver is not a small amount. Even though he was born in a wealthy family, how could the elders in the family allow him to go out with a lot of money to mess around?

When Zhu Houzhao saw that she didn't believe it, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He looked around. Liu Jin and others around him had their sleeves torn, their hats were removed, their hair was disheveled, and their noses were bruised and swollen. No matter which one was taken out, it was unconvincing. So he pointed at Yang Ling and said, "Don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, ask him, can I do it?"

Seeing that the little girl glanced at him with bright eyes, Yang Ling even looked at the girl Su San and Xue Limei in the door, although she seemed to be careless, she actually raised her ears and listened carefully. She had to nod and said, "Yes, what this young master said is true. It is really easy to teach the rogue a lesson. Even if she redeems the appointment letter for the girl, it is really easy."

Yang Ling is a talented person and is majestic. Now he is an open-minded minister of the crown prince and a secretly high-ranking official of the Jinyiwei. His actual psychological age and experience are far more than that at present. His words come from a sense of prestige. Su San, who was quietly watching him in the door, immediately sighed. Tang Yixian said suspiciously: "Is what the young master said true?"

When she thought that even if this young master had a great status, he could oppress Yan Kuan to return the silver to the books. If he hadn't been thinking about Yu Jie'er, why should he do this? Look at him, he is well-dressed and well-dressed, and is a scholar with status. If he also wanted to redeem Yu Jie'er, she might be so happy. While she was happy for her, she added a bit of envy and self-pity for nothing.

Zhu Houzhao said proudly: "Of course it's true." He pointed at Yang Ling with confidence: "Brother Yang Yang, I'll leave this to you. I'll teach that bastard a lesson and bring his documents too."

In his opinion, he was the king and Yang Ling was the minister. What he told Yang Ling to do was equivalent to what he did for others. However, when Yu Tangchun, Xuelimei, Tang Yixian, Yilijin and others suddenly realized that it was no wonder that this young scholar was so sure, and I am afraid that his older friend was a person of some background.

Yu Tangchun, the inner lintel, looked at Yang Ling deeply. Seeing that he was a little stunned, she was also a very clever woman, and immediately Yingying bowed: "So, Su San thanked Mr. Yang first." This time, he came while the iron was hot, and it was a foregone conclusion.

Zhu Houzhao said in confusion: "Huh? It's me who wants to help, why are you thanking him?"

Tang Yixian smiled and said, "Who said he would not thank you? If the two young men were willing to help, I would like to thank you for your banquet."

"Okay!" Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but feel excited when she heard that she was going to show her thank-you wine. She immediately said impatiently: "Let's go, you can wait for our good news. This matter will be done within three days at the latest."

There was only a smile Tang Yixian in his heart and was eager to get things done and offer her treasures. He rushed out of the entrance of the flower garden. Seeing that Yan Kuan was leading the man out of the street, Zhu Houzhao immediately said, "Gao Feng, Luo Xiang, follow him, don't let him run away."

Then he said to Yang Ling: "You go to the Wucheng Military and Ma Si and dispatch troops to get people."

The eight eunuchs and Yang Ling were shocked when they heard this. The matter was going on. The prince fought with a client in the brothel and mobilized the soldiers from the Five City Army to come out to suppress them. What if this matter is going to spread?

Several people gathered around and persuaded each other. Zhu Houzhao said angrily: "It's not an exaggeration to kill him. Do you want to disobey?" Zhu Houzhao was usually casual and had no majesty at all, but in anger, the aura of the superior who had been domineering since childhood and cultivated uncontrollably, and the eight tigers couldn't help but be silent, and Yang Ling couldn't help but shake.

Gao Feng and Luo Xiang saw Yang Ling and Liu Jin, and Zhang Yong and the people closest to the princes did not dare to make any more suggestions. They quickly gritted the bullet and chased Yan Kuan. Gu Dayong knew that Zhu Houzhao had no choice but to persuade him. Seeing that he had made up his mind, he had to push Yang Ling and signaled him to find the people from the Wucheng Military and Ma Si immediately.

Yang Ling had to leave with a wry smile. He originally thought that the little prince was easy to deal with, so he used a little trick, so he asked Zhu Houzhao to be a gunman willingly, pulling a big flag to make a tiger skin to save Zheng He's navy. He felt a little proud. Now he realized that he had miscalculated one thing, which was Zhu Houzhao's willfulness and whimsicality. It was really not something that others could predict in advance, nor could others stop it.

He didn't dare to get too far away. He stopped the prince and looked for the people from the Five City Military and Ma Si. Originally, the people from the Five City Military and Ma Si were patrolling the streets when they were down, but at this time, they didn't know if they were all taken to the academy to carry out the patriotic health campaign, but they couldn't see any of them. Yang Ling was about to take the opportunity to reply to the prince so that he wouldn't make a big deal. A few Jinyiwei in flying fish suits suddenly came out of the restaurant ahead.

Yang Ling was overjoyed. These people were experts in blackmailing, and it was best to let them come forward. Does the Jinyiwei need a reason to take the people? This way, the prince's identity will not be exposed.

Yang Ling hurriedly went forward, blocked their way, showed a sign to ask them to help get people, and several slightly drunk Jinyiwei looked at each other, but did not move. Yang Ling saw that they were mostly ranks of lieutenants and strong men, with only two small flags in the middle, and the officials were not very big. He knew that he had the right to mobilize, so he couldn't help shouting: "What are you still standing there? If the prisoner ran away, you will only ask."

A lazy voice behind the crowd said, "What's the matter? Which adult is doing business? Want to transfer my people to help?" As he spoke, several Jinyiwei guards were one point left and right, and a man in brocade clothes and casual clothes walked out of the restaurant with six or seven people.

The man was in his thirties, with a strong figure and a tough look like a lazy leopard. He walked to Yangling, and the two looked at each other, guessing each other's identity. After a while, the man suddenly smiled and bowed, "I am Qian Ning, the head of Xingqianhu, brothers," he said.

Yang Ling suddenly realized that no wonder those people were still moving. It turned out that their current management was not only present, but also had a low rank. After hearing Qian Ning talk about his identity, Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Yang Ling, the Tongzhi of the Fushi Nanfu Department of the Jinyiwei, is in the Jinyiwei South."

Qian Ning heard that he was from the Nanzhen Fushi Department, and he was also considered a key department in the Jinyiwei. Although he was not as hot as the Beizhen Fushi Department, his moxibustion hand was at least half a grade higher than his own, so he said politely: "It turns out to be Lord Yang. I wonder why Lord Yang wants to send my brothers to help me? Although our Jinyiwei does not have to obey the imperial edict, we should always have some concerns at the foot of the emperor."

Yang Ling pulled him aside and whispered: "Brother Qian, let's not hide it from you. I went to Baishun Hutong with a few friends, but I started a conflict with a merchant. Under the squatter, my friend was a little injured and wanted to ask my brothers to come over and help him teach him a lesson."

When Qian Ning heard that it was such a small matter, he was worried that he had no place to move his fists after drinking. No matter what, he had to sell this face to others. He immediately waved his hand and said to his subordinates: "Let's go, be more energetic, I'm in trouble."

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